About five years ago my mom offered to do my laundry. I lived in a little studio apartment and I had to walk about 10 blocks to the laundromat. She did my laundry all the time since she has a washer and dryer in her house.

So I had six bags of laundry I carried down to her car. I put them on the passengers side but the doors are locked. So I go around to her in the drivers seat and we chat of a bit. And then she comes around to the passengers side to get some groceries for me out.

I run the groceries up to my apartment and look out my window and she is gone. I assume she grabbed my clothes. She did not. She drove off with nearly every article of clothing I owned on the side of her car.

It was pretty much the most devastating thing I have ever experienced. She called me about six hours later and asked where my laundry was. I pretty much only had what I was wearing. Tons of band t-shirts that were 20 years old and can not be replaced.

I am poor...

But for 300 bucks I got going again. 7 pairs of Dickies in different colors. 14 white t-shirts and four different colors of hoodies. And some socks and underwear.

Got the stuff on Amazon so shipping took a while. I was washing my only pair of boxers in my salad spinner. Which actually worked well. The salad spinner is still in use. Some bleach cleaned it right up.